Page 21 of Wreckage of My Life
My pulse quickens to a scary speed, and the room feels like it’s spinning. I thought I was so damn careful all week long. I only went to her in the evenings, and we never hung out anywhere other than in her hotel room from that one day when we had lunch at the diner. I thought my father was busy enough with club business where he wouldn’t care where I spent my nights. I obviously underestimated the fucker.
“No plans,” I pick up the shot of fresh liquor and signal for a beer, too.
“Sure about that?” he snickers, and I wanna put a bullet in between his snake like eyes. That’s where he’s got the club name, and that was no accident. He is a snake through and through. Slithery as fuck. I’m not even sure that he’s one hundred percent loyal to my father.
“Yup,” I make sure to pop the P, then take a swig of my beer.
“Heard you spent lots of time on Main Street this week,” he elbows me like we’re buddies.
“You heard wrong,” is all I say, maybe too fast.
We continue sitting in silence, him staring at the side of my head, and me staring straight ahead, until he finally stands up and leaves.
Fuck, how was I so careless?
I grab my phone and find Becca’s number. I saved it in here a couple of days into us hooking up. This has to be the last time I use it.
“Hey,” I hear her sweet voice as soon as the call connects. She sounds so sweet and trusting. Fuck all my life to hell and back.
“I can’t make it tonight,” I spit out in a low voice, making sure no one is around close enough to eavesdrop.
“What? Why? Tonight is my last night here,” she sounds really upset and I hate myself for the first time that I have to do this. “I’m leaving in the morning, Wrecker.” I hate that she calls me by my club name. I don’t want her to have anything to do with the club. That shit would kill her. I need to hear my given name off her lips.
“Becca,” I snap, and the line goes quiet. “I don’t know what the fuck you think this is, but I don’t owe you shit. You understand?”
There’s a pause, and I can picture her just staring at the phone and wondering what the fuck my problem is. Apparently, right in this moment,sheis my problem.
“Yes,” she finally whispers, but then her voice becomes stronger. I’m so proud of her. “Thank you for this week, Wrecker. It saved my vacation,” she lets out a nervous laugh. “Thanks again.”
I wait to see what else she has to say, but she just hangs up. I remain seated at the bar but turn around to rest my back against the wooden top. I need to stop drinking and keep my mind sharp.
My eyes fall on Number One and Number Two. I almost start laughing. I think I knew their actual names at some point, but ever since I started referring to them as that, I forgot what I was calling them before. I jerk my chin at them. They know what I’m telling them. As one, they stand up, join hands and start walking down the hallway toward where my room is located.
“Raze,” I call out to the brother who’s playing bartender tonight, making sure I’m loud enough for everyone to hear me. “Get me a bottle of vodka, biggest one you got. I got plans for the night.” I turn my head and wink at Snake who’s sitting next to my father. Both their eyes are on me, just as expected.
I grab the bottle of alcohol and follow the bitches to my room. When I get there, they are already warming each other up. Number One is on her back on my bed, with Number Two in between her legs, licking away at her pussy.
I spend the next three hours getting them drunk off their asses as I make them do nasty things to each other while I watch. Once they’re finally passed the fuck out, I make my next move.
I walk out of my room, taking in the orgy taking place in the main area, close to the bar. My father and Snake are right in the middle of it. I couldn’t have timed it any better if I wanted to.
I rush outside and spot a rusty old pickup truck tucked at the end of the long line of Harleys. On a whim, I check and, as luck would have it, the keys are in the ignition. I start it and haul ass to Main Street.
I see nothing but Becca all the way there. I’m gonna have my last night with her even if it is the last thing I do.
The receptionist pays me no attention when I walk in the lobby of the hotel, her eyes solely on the small TV she has tucked under the counter. I decide to take the stairs instead of the elevator. That way I don’t give her time to raise her eyes and do a sweep of the lobby.
I finally make it to the second floor where I easily find Becca’s room. I knock quietly, but there’s no answer. I decide to get a little louder, hoping she can hear me if she’s sleeping.
“Becca,” I call her name, hating how desperate I sound.
Movement behind the door makes my pulse pick up, all the blood rushing through my body, confused on whether it should all pool around my heart or around my cock.
She opens the door, and I take in the flimsy t-shirt she’s got on with only panties on her lower half.
“Wrecker,” she breathes in surprise.
My cock wins.
